Last night I had an ultimate discussion with a friend of mine (german lesbian linguist highly interested in Neuro-Linguistic Programming) she is scary intelligent, we'll call her Jude, while enjoying a glass of wine (me- red medium sweet, Jude- white dry bitch lol) and some traditional appetizers from Crete in a very romantic home-style Cretan bar. The topic was the classic: existentialism or in simple words purpose of life. With the difference we both agreed that probably there is none and its our reality in which we gave a purpose to every single thing/organism that forces us to figure out a purpose of our own existence. We argued on whether we need it. Jude said we don't, because we are ever-changing creatures and by establishing a purpose we basically oppose any emerging changes. I insisted we do, because even-though we are ever-changing we don't necessarily always change in a sense of improvement, so by establishing a purpose we find motivation to move forward, it's just that some purposes are dumb and should not be allowed, like <i dunno, give me an example plz?>. Jude said, that it'd be too complicated to revise every possible purpose, so it's wiser to refuse from having one at all instead of dealing with the consequences of the stupid ones. Eventually we agreed: let the assholes degrade, may be it will result in their extinction and nice people don't need a purpose, they will either move forward by their own will or be carried by the others for being nice.

On my way home I was thinking about what makes a nice person nice. I decided to walk along a central road, to get some of its noise and traffic to get rid of those 'universal' thoughts before I sleep and in the middle of the chaos I noticed a woman, she was on her knees, sitting in a corner. As I was approaching her, I noticed she was petting a cat, sitting in that corner, most likely scared to death, as it wasn't a typical place to see a cat. It probably jumped out of some backstreet, freaked out and now sitting in that corner. I have to admit I love cats. I respect all the organisms, I try to avoid any contact with insects, worms, slugs, cephalopods etc (may be I forgot someone ), but I love cats! and those street cats always break my heart, especially when they get hurt (dogs too, but I love cats more for no particular reason). It was such a wonderful image to see, her and that little dirty cat communicating in the middle of that urbanistic mincer, that I hated myself for 1001st time for not having purchased a camera yet (otherwise I could share that image with you, but instead I will share this sucky pic I took using my cellphone)

, yeah I turned around, went back to her and asked her if I could take a pic of her. She said 'yes' just not her face, but oh well, you can't see anything anyways. Then she said "poor thing, it probably got hit by a car" and this is when I noticed that the cat's head was full of blood and its leg looked messy too. So I sat there next to them, not knowing what to do. It was late to try find a doc and we don't have any emergency hospital for animals, not in Thessaloniki anyway. She was like 'I could take it home, but how? It will scratch me, it's scared and obviously hurting". I offered to wrap it in in something, but we only had our jackets and I am not that nice to offer my jacket to a cat, its my last one and winter is coming, hell no. And then εύρηκα! why not use a box? "But where can we get a box now?"-"There"<-- I said, and pointed at the garbage container. It is always full of boxes next to garbage containers. So I went there, but had to empty one first, it was full of ugh...stuff. I had fun though, as people were passing by, they looked at me most likely thinking, that I am looking for a dinner or a place to stay. The rest was trivial. We put a box in front of the cat, slowly pushing it towards it and to our biggest surprise it slowly moved into the box. I got a taxi for her and she was gone. I hope the little cat-dude will be fine, I am positive it will. I decided my purpose of life for the time being will be helping nice people. If it wasn't her sitting there + my idiotic habit of taking pictures of everything I see, I would have just passed by that cat, may be cried later in bed about how unfair this world is to all those street cats I love. So, I am obviously not really very nice, but may be helping nice people could make me nice? or a bit nicer than I am so yes, it is 'helping nice people' then.

oh, and making fun of assholes OF COURSE!

ps while I was writing this entry a friend of mine asked me "why are we livin? reproduction?" and I was like "holly hell, I was supposed to write this" so i said "dude, right now I am writing you the answer".

I dedicate this entry to you Betsy. I hope you don't mind me sharing this with the others: BTS' Grandpa died this morning. And I know Betsy loved him a lot. I believe I speak for all the BTS friends and myself, saying we all are here for you not only to laugh at your random madness, but also when you feel sad or lonely :hugs

ps I am wondering what your purpose of life is or do you have/need any, lovely people out there?